TF141, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost had all landed outside of Nikolai’s garage. With a stride of their own, Gaz and Price were the first to greet Nikolai and Laswell.

"How you holding up?" Price asked Laswell as the two came face to face. "Still here." Laswell replied simply to alleviate Price's concerns.

"My brothers!" Nikolai smirked, bringing Gaz in for a part hug with his arm. Nikolai kept up his iconic smirk as he took Price's hand with a pat on the captain's shoulder. "How you holding up, comrade?" Price asked with a hint of worry, but Nikolai seemed nonchalant.

"Better now, Captain. Fucking Ultranationalists.. Nikolai swore out the last part in Russian and gently led the 141 inside his garage.

Laswell was already set up to show the feed from the airport of a passenger boarding a now crashed plane of 761.

"Fake passport." Soap spoke up, clasping and unceasing his hands in a shrug with Gaz speaking up next. "Or inside job. Ghost seemed more in agreement with Gaz.

Nikolai noted with Gaz how easy it was to board for the passenger. Then, Laswell managed to decipher the face of the passenger, making Soap stand up from his seat. "That's Makarov."

"Farah and Alex. What did they get?" Gaz asked as he looked back at Laswell. "Not enough to prove anything." She confirmed with a hint of disappointment.

"Sick bastard's toppling American missiles with chemical weapons and killing his own people." Soap began to ramble on, his accent more prominent from anger. "He's killin' civilians."

"Pinnin' the blame on Farah.." Gaz noted quietly. "And the United States." Laswell interjected.

"He's playing with fire." Nikolai could've scoffed out.

"False flag operations. He wants a war." Price spoke up for the first time, with Ghost adding on. "East vs west. The title fight."

"Is the world fallin' for this, Kate?" Gaz asked Laswell, to which she replied. "We're on the brink boys."

"We had him right there in our fucking hands." Soap pointed at the image of Makarov on screen. "Should've killed him." Price said.